between-the-lines07

[between-the-lines07]

Trapeze Hearts (Or the Art of Missing You)

To think, I almost had you once

Fingers poised in unpracticed air,

an impossible feat!

The crowd erupts—a symphony of all but us,

Yet we owned the silence like a closing act.

The timing was wrong, wasn’t it?

I leapt too soon, you not soon enough,

A curtain call of buttered hands,

Slipping through the final bow,

Colliding gracelessly with safety nets,

(but safety was never our trick, was it?),

Or worse, the cruel embrace of the concrete floor.

Cue missed, mark forgotten,

We were meant to fly, weren’t we?

Bound to the wires, the ropes, the grand illusion

With painted faces and trembling limbs—

But tell me,

Did the spotlight ever make you feel whole?

I gaze at you indefinitely,

As I did when the world still applauded,

And despite the groan of your mirrored self,

mascara dragging down chilled cheeks,

I have always seen the masterpiece of you.

[between-the-lines07]

Lovers Banquet

I woke—

but to (?)

A world that bends,

a mind

unhinged,

my dearest (?)

my enemy,

lay desolate before me.

Is this truly him?

Or another twisted shadow

in the haze of my madness?

I have both won and lost —

but what did I even seek to lose?

I do not know,

but here,

in this metallic stink,

I grasp a sense of understanding.

His skin,

always sweet as honey,

glows as bright as stars

I crave to consume.

His arms

so delicious,

soft,

just as I hoped they would feel —

even in the embrace of our death.

I have already broken my humanity—

porcelain bells shattered,

replaced by jagged stone,

my gaze unfeeling,

my hands now stained.

[between-the-lines07]

weight of the night

the whispers of darkness

consume

only the cracks beneath

the fissures of untempered glass

deception pools

creating pressures

into the corners

the floor, bed, and walls

now

covered in shards, blood, and worms

the image of life,

even if for tonight,

lays barren on the pillowcase -

it's traces fading

with the dawn

[between-the-lines07]

Fools Game

you and I

settled in a playhouse

you play the prince,

and I the clown

you dangle your dolls,

as my neck croaks

unable to breathe

with my dangling limbs

yearning to stay in the air,

stars dazzling my eyesight.

the jingling bells

trembling on my fools cap entertain and deceive all,

though you easily turn to porcelain.

i fall from grace

everytime you're near.

shattering my bells

for your breath to be my anchoring lacquer

i hate you…

the control you seize,

the humanity you force into my being

i am trapped in the dollhouse

you call love.